[ This feels like the last piece of the puzzle clicking in place. The last broodmate, as Prince would put it, but to Misato it feels more like the last piece of her own mind returning to her. This is an introduction of sorts but it feels more like the reunion between old friends.
She hovers in the periphery for a while, soaking in whatever she can tease out of him, before moving in decisively. Like firm hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into skin, despite the mirth behind it. ]
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She hovers in the periphery for a while, soaking in whatever she can tease out of him, before moving in decisively. Like firm hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into skin, despite the mirth behind it. ]
( Wake up! )